Eternally

Our fairytale was
Written bold and clean
Woven between
Lies that became
Truth that became
Fantasy

Yours and mine

Excuses once
Logical now seem
Mundane and
Reality will always
Be love
I’ll love you
Eternally connected
Forever

Perhaps mystically

No matter how far
You stray
From me no matter
How long you
Stay away
Reality will always
Be love
You’ll love me
Eternally connected
Forever

To me

And bitter sweetness
Remains hidden inside
Our never ending
Fairytale
Of make-believe

Futile Struggle

No weakness
To be found
Within these walls
Erected long ago
Set firmly in place
No match for
Heart and mind
Especially mine
I’ve grown tired
Weary from this battle
A futile struggle
Unable to sustain
My soul is heavy
Filled with self loathing
Confusing love and hate
Dying a thousand deaths
In search of that which
Does not wish to be found
Miles upon miles
Manipulating God's
Orchestration of fate
Trudging a path
Riddled with bones
Withstanding tests of time
Foolishly believing it was mine

Tarnished

Sweetness and vulnerability.

Sharing so much of me,

With little left to give.

Anything and all you need.

This, the very essence of me.

Mistaken claims of sincerity.

Actually, lies once told by me.

The twin,

You thought you knew.

Truth or imaginary?

This, the very brand of me.

Which is it you prefer I be?

The mirror is tarnished.

Polish it,

Won’t you please?

Stop pretending you see so clearly.

Justly, I believed your stories in my mind.

This, the very darkness in me.

A stranger,

To everyone who sees me.

Loving? Caring? Giving?

The truth is…

I’m selfish.

Who do you see?

Me or your twin?

This, the very essence of me.

Tainted Reality

It’s not real

Feelings now

Tainted by words

No longer

Understood the same

As before

The lines in the script

Have changed

The players

Remain the same

What I feel

Torn through with

Webs of doubt

Desperation

Confusion and pain

Yet I can’t

Let go

What I see

Stands before me

Still

Holding my place

In line

My feet firmly

Planted

Waiting for

The storm to pass

For you to answer

Is this real

Just be.

The twisted webs we weave; feelings and emotions woven true.
Our hearts are intertwined.

Come away with me and entangle your soul with mine.
Let's hold each other through this night.

We'll wipe away each others tears disguised by the falling rain.
Free our fears sending them all away.

Toss away any desire to unravel the webs we have weaved.
They're forever a part of you and me.

Hush my love, please...
Just be with me.

Tomorrow we can again let reality fly free.
For now just hold me.

A Phantom Affair

Standing in the corner of the room.
My magic conceals me. No one but you can see me.
You look over, our eyes meet and a thrill runs through my body.

I need you.

A slight smile spreads across your lips. I lick my own in anticipation of your taste.
My body stills as I watch you talking to your friends. Entertaining them with your witty jokes, enthralling them with your beautiful smile.

I want you.

Again our eyes meet, again the thrill. I gasp as it shakes my body from the inside out.
Thoughts of your mouth on mine consume me.
Visions explode of our bodies touching, tangled in each others desire.

I seek you.

You look up at the feel of my phantom touch and smile.
Smiling back, my lips brush yours sending my tingles over you.
You reach for me and your hands pass right through.

I crave you.

How can I go another day, another minute and not have you?
You consume my every waking thought.
Possess me mind, body and soul when I dream.

I ache for you.

Our world so different. Our lives never to be intertwined.
Fenced in by the walls of our existence, doomed to only have this fantasy with each other.
Never to touch or consume.

What would I give?
...Anything!

What would I sacrifice?
...Everything!

I would give the world for just one breath of you, one single taste.

I will wait for you.
I know you will come to me.
We'll meet between reality and fantasy, the only place possible to be together.

The Show Must Go On

Fantasy and reality.

Teetering on the edge, navigating a smooth but rocky path.

Steeped in the honey of the words.

Replaced by the bitterness of the aftertaste.

Spoken gestures like fingers dancing over my senses.

A meeting of minds, mouths and bodies.

The lines are blurred.

Participating in the game.

Blinded by the score.

Awakened by my surprise.

One more round.

I return to the show.